a PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK
feeling ON THE EDGE OF GRACE,
sometimes BETRAYED
but always
standing in TRISTAN'S GAP.
I am DON QUIXOTE tilting at windmills
a LADY KNIGHT
in search of PLOT AND STRUCTURE.
I live THE WRITING LIFE because
I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS.
My Book poem. Your turn.
BTW,I wish I could take the credit for this idea.
3 comments:
Cool - I'll have to work on this.
This looks like fun, I will work on one this weekend!
Wow! Wouldn't this be fun to spread?
I'll work on one, too!
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